The Road Taken
There were no great forks in the path in the woods:
just hundreds of small threads, tentative, half-explored,
where we did or did not venture.
So, tread by tread, we found ourselves
so far from where we wished to go, so lost alone and afeard,
that finding the way back seemed hopeless
yet forging ahead impossible.
Next life, when we embark on forest challenges,
we’d like well-worn routes, please, and clear signs at forks in the road,
stating loudly the consequences of chasing one path over the other
So that loss does not creep up on us,
unaware
yet deathly efficient.
OK, I need to know. What happened in those woods? I’m thinking Blair Witch, I’m thinking Teddy Bear’s Picnic, I’m thinking Little Red Riding Hood…. Any hints?
Marina Sofia – So true that life would be easier if there were clear direction. And yet, I think sometimes there is clear direction that we just don’t listen to because we don’t pay attention to our own internal signs. Beautiful poem that really expresses what it’s like to see too many options…
Oooh! Shivery ending…!
Very insightful and well written …
Thank you,
Daniela
Beautiful, as always x
Loving this piece. <3